Czeslaw Milosz

Magpiety - Poem by Czeslaw Milosz

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The same and not quite the same, I walked through oak forestsAmazed that my Muse, Mnemosyne,Has in no way diminished my amazement.A magpie was screeching and I said: Magpiety?What is magpiety? I shall never achieveA magpie heart, a hairy nostril over the beak, a flightThat always renews just when coming down,And so I shall never comprehend magpiety.If however magpiety does not existMy nature does not exist either.Who would have guessed that, centuries later,I would invent the question of universals?